GLB

"she claimed she grew up from a grain of sand

with every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer

to the roof of the sky with outstretched hands
she made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one
counted weeks like she should of counted days
and swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight
and turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways"

{Falling in Love with Glaciers: by Listener}